It’s Saturday evening in early autumn. Back in the 1980s, Saturday evenings were spent in a small house with five members of my family. We would watch The Generation Game, followed by Dempsey and Makepeace. Then, we’d have a chippy meal and there were always loads of arguments as I fought for a side seat on the sofa, which was a billion times better than sitting in the middle. People look back at those glory days with fondness, but I think they scarred me for life. Ever since leaving home, I have been obsessed with having my own space, my own TV and remote, and places to hide from people who irritate me.
In 2024, my Saturday nights couldn’t be more different. When I’m in England, I do go out, but when I’m in Northern Ireland, I love nothing more than slobbing with my pets in my home alone on a Saturday night.
It’s nearly 6pm, and I’m all set for a relaxing evening. My nails are painted red, I’m wearing red PJs, and I’ve just opened a bottle of Pinot Grigio. The only plan I have is to watch the Diamond Athletics League at 7pm. I have plenty of food at home, but I haven’t decided what I’m going to eat. It feels like bliss.
I’m in a long-distance relationship, and my boyfriend in England is off to see a band as I type this. I told him that I’m so jealous and I wish I was there. Yes, I miss him, but I wouldn’t trade my cosy Saturday night at home for anything tonight.
My only companions for the evening are Pinot Grigio, a border collie, and an old cat. If you aren’t jealous of this scenario, then you either love having company or you don’t like wine!
My boyfriend and I have already discussed that if we ever move in together, we will need our own space (a man and a woman cave). We both live alone and once you’ve experienced this level of tranquility in your 50s, you’re scared to ever let it go.
Anyway, cheers! I hope anybody reading this is in an equally tranquil place, or if not, has somewhere to hide for their sanity!
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